Chapter 15: I visit the room of the bat

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"Perseus," dumbles started.

"Percy." I corrected.

"Right. Now about Mr Di Angelo you'll have to consult your head of house."

"Who my head of-?" My face darkened, "No."

"As you have already been told, Severus is a double agent for us."

I tsked, "What makes you so sure of that."

"Well..."

"Exactly."

"Mr Ri-" At my glare he changed his words. "Mr Jackson please it's for the best."

I rolled my eyes and waked out of the office. As I was leaving, someone else entered.

"Mattheo Riddle have a seat."

When I reached the dungeons, the air was damp and cold, just like the man who occupied the space. I knocked on Snape's door.

"Enter," came the curt response from within.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The office was as gloomy as ever, with shelves lined with jars containing various potions ingredients that would make.

Snape looked up from his desk, his expression unreadable. "Ah, Mr. Jackson. What brings you here?"

"I need to talk to you about Nico," I said, trying to keep my tone even. "Dumbledore told me to come to you.

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Did he now? And what exactly do you need help with regarding Mr. Di Angelo?"

I took a deep breath, "He's missing and probably in danger. The doings of my.... grandfather."

Snape's eyes narrowed. "Why come to me with this? What makes you think I would have any idea where he is?"

I met his gaze. "Because the whole double agent thing."

"Well I don't know where your boyfriend is."

"I know you're lying." Perks of being blessed by Apollo.

Snape rolled his eyes. "No. But however I'll see what I can do. Now leave."

He's half-lying about that.

I was walking around when I ran into Draco and that guy was in dumb fuck's office.

"Oh hey Percy." Draco said. "Meet Mattheo."

"You were in Dumbeldore's office right?" the guy Mattheo asked. "You left as I arrived."

I nodded. "Mattheo Riddle? So your-"

"His son... but don't worry I'm nothing like my father."

"That would make you my uncle." I said. "Weird. I need to get going. Nice meeting you I guess."

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